In this story, Jaune Arc is immortal, I will be using a mixture of oc, scp 1440, and other sources for Jaune's character, no he will not have crocea mors. Also contains spoilers for volume 6, so if you don't like spoilers then don't read this until you've caught up.

Since the begining of time, there have always been elements separating mortals from gods. But, what happens when the most important one is severed. Man begind to realise that maybe they should have stayed on their pedistol.

Continent of Anima, 4979 years before the founding of team Rwby

Jaune Arc's Perspective

Jaune Arc, the first Arc, a proud knight willing to serve and protect his people. Salem, a woman preaching about how she stole immortality, had managed to rally three kingdoms to battle against the gods. What foolishness, he would have preferred to stay and protect the commoners from the bandits and stray grimm that roam around the kingdom, instead he was forced to scout ahead with many others to find out what the gods had done.

"This is boring" I say quite annoyed by my king's choice of action. "Come on Jaune, you have said that five times already" was the response from the scout send by the queen of the thieve's outreach. "Yeah shut up, I want to live for eternity" said the brutish man for the far northern kingdom. "Well excuse me for not wanting to have immortality" came my snarky response. "Why not ? You could become the world's greatest warrior with it" questioned the northern warrior. "Because I have others at home I want to spend my life with instead of leaving them behind for a life of battle and greed" I retorted. "Quiet both of you, I see the older brother's shrine" said the thieve's scout.

We all stop in our tracks as we see the gates to the shrine, open and unguarded. "Well I'd say its best for us to just leave now and tell the others about this" I say trying to be the sense of reason. "Or maybe we should go and take the immortality for ourselves" said the northerner, destroying my hopes of leaving. "Yeah we can do that just as easily as that peasant woman" stated the thieve, burying my hopes even farther down while simultaniously showing me that niether of the two had seen the woman known as Salem.

As the pair began dragging me with them for their believed loot we all began experiencing a terrible feeling. Which was promply ignored by the two others as they continued dragging me towards the pool surrounding the tree.

"Alright, so where is the peasant stole from the gods, lets get started" stated the northerner. I look to my right to find the thieve muttering about taking immortality first then dumping our bodies off a cliff. This worried me, but not as much as it should have. We were soon interrupted by two figures appearing from the pool. One made of light with a pair of antlers, maybe horns, on its head. While the other was made of darkness with a pair of curved horns pointing out of his head. The two brothers approached us before the younger one spoke. "Why have you come here mortals ?" questioned the brother of darkness. Before I could hopefully defuse the situation my two assocoates spoke up. "We demand immortality, a peasant woman stole it from you two, so why don't we deserve it" spoke the pair simmultaniously not even realising how deep of a grave they were digging. "Immortality you say, why do you seek it" asked the younger of the two, maulice deep in his voice. "Some woman preeched it to us, showed us that you gods are not above us mortals" spoke the northerner. "Then you shall recieve a gift" spoke the younger, ignoring the words of prevention from the older one.

Before my very eyes the two others had begun glowing, their faces revelling in the power coursing through them. Before there faces began to show pain as screams echoed from them and they began to age, age too quickly, their skin turning to dust, their clothes dissapearing, amd their screams edged into the back of my mind as all that remained was ash and dust.

"Now mortal who preeched to you about her immortality" asked the older. "Ah... Ah A woman by the name of Salem, she came in saying she stole immortality from you two" I say getting onto my knees in hopes of not angering the two gods. "She asked anyone to prove her wrong. I witnessed her survive each hit, I had been asked to take her head off with my very blade, it didn't even pierce her skin. She began talking, saying you two were weak, demanding that we could take immortality for ourselves." I finish. "Quite a brave choice mortal, but a foolish one at that" answered the older one. "For your insolance you must be punished" concluded the younger one.

Before I could resist I felt the two entering my mind, searching for a punishment worthy of my heresy. When it stopped I was quickly grabbed by the younger one and thrown into the pool. I feel an aura surrounding me, it felt calming but failed to ease my dread for its purpose. As I was soon dragged out I felt new. "What have you done ?" I ask with dread filling my voice. "You feared spending your life without those you love so you shall outlive all" answered the younger one. I looked down as I begin to grasp the severity of the situation. I begin to stand before staring at the two, feeling both undeserving yet still deserving of my punishment. "Unlike the trial Salem must go through in order to undo her immortality, you shall simply disapear never know what death is" said the older one as he threw me out of the shrine.

I hit the ground with much force before feeling a loss of conciousness.

End Chapter

Character description

Name: Jaune Arc

Age: 21

Species: Human

Height: 5.11 ft

Weight: 127 lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Combat Style: Mixture of two and one handed sword dueling and a form of martial arts utalizing punchs and kicks in a brutal fashion.

Weapon: Draco Dente (Dragon tooth), a bastard sword measuring 4.10 ft long and 5 inches thick, its hilt is designed to resmble a dragon with its mouth open and the blade comming out of the mouth. The scales are a dark blue color and the dragon's eyes are a bright red. the gaurds on the hilt are wings with the same color of scales. the grip of the blade is a grey color with a small fang on the bottom of the grip for a surprise attack. the blade itself is a black color with red accents pointing outwards on the edge of the blade.

Clothes: An open white hooded long coat that goes down to his ankles, a red scarf with the Arc crest on the end of it. a plain bandolier goes from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, he has guards on his arms coloring gold and white, a pair of similarly colores gauntlets, he has a plain shirt on under his coat, a set of plain jeans, twin grieves on his jeans coloring the same as his guards, a set of combat boots are worn underneath his grieves, and he wears a small locket hidden under his scarf coloring the same as his armor.

Aura Level: High

Aura Manifest (think of it as what aura looks like, which is most commonly a field of emergy surrounding the person): White Flames.

Semblance: Kinetic Reversal, he can absord and store up kinetic force then throw it back by charging his aura into either his limbs or his weapon and it can even be fired as a projectile, is does not increase his defence and he still takes the full blunt of the attack.

Magic: Nulify, by consentrating on his negative emotions he can generate a field of pure negative energy, nulifying all semblances and magic including his own semblance, but this can't be used for long periods of time as it also requires his own stamina to remain.

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